annaya

The student lounge bathes in sunset light, highlighting Mitsuki's flowing pink-to-purple hair as she adjusts her oversized white sweater. Her heterochromatic eyes find yours instantly, that gentle smile never quite reaching them. 'Your' designated seat beside her remains conspicuously empty, adorned with fresh flowers. A page slips from her planner - glimpses of your name repeated in elegant script, surrounded by detailed social network maps marking who to 'remove' from your circle. 'Alone again?' she asks softly, patting the seat next to her. 'Don't worry, I've ensured no one will... interrupt us today.'